This evenings conversation between my good friend, the Pet Whisperer and I:
Pet Whisperer: (who routinely calls me while commuting back from work) As soon as I get home, I need to make the DAMN cookies.
Wicked: Geez, what kind of cookies are you going to make?
Pet Whisperer: Pinwheels!!!!
Wicked: Can’t you just make drop cookies like the rest of us?
Pet Whisperer: They are my husband and son’s favorites!
Wicked: Surely there is a bakery that we can buy them from. I will do the leg work, seriously.
Pet Whisperer: It won’t be the same.
Wicked: Oh my God. Who told you to make it a Martha Stewart Christmas?
I am still hoping that perhaps her cell phone simply dropped the call. I really think she hung up on me.